Crispin And Basilio Trese Novels & Stories

"You looked like you wanted to murder him, but you couldn't. Ah, you're still the same Fratello Mio." I rolled my eyes as I smiled at him "I have amazing self-control, Fratello (brother). I'm not easily swayed by things." Basilio opened his eyes wide and exclaimed. "Oh, Amazing self-control eh!" I ignored him and closed my eyes to rest. Basilio was the closest friend I'd ever had. He was my childhood best friend, and he knew me inside and out, and so did I. We drove back to the company, and I settled some pressing matters I had to attend to before I went home. Shortly after, Basilio came in. "Brother, Mr. Stephano has sent the details of the auction, and ummm they sell some special goods."

Basille chuckled before slowly turning his head and meeting Ruben’s gaze with a wily smirk. Ruben startled a little, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “You’re looking revitalised?” Basille said with a languid stretch before standing up and taking one arm into his other hand he stretched his shoulders out. “Shall we begin?” Ruben grinned. “Sure…what’s the procedure?” Basille blinked out and disappeared only to reappear in the square of packed earth. Ruben flinched as the whole gazebo full of furniture, food and maidens disappeared around him at the same time.

The impatient tone reminding him somewhat of his own short-fused partner, Tristan collected whatever lanterns and candles that remained in the chamber. Placing them where she indicated at different points of the circle, he lit them as they both worked on their mysterious task in silence. These preparations completed Chiri Krane sat with her legged folded beneath her beside the bed. Becoming curious once he observed The Banshee hiss at her shadow, “Shove off, Selphir.” Tristan’s suspicions towards her unstable nature only grew. Watching in alarm as she cut a line along Allen’s palm, Tristan lurched forward. Stopping himself from extracting her from her partner’s side only by the warning glare

“Oh, spare me the sermon, Basil. You think you’re any better? You think your hands are clean? We’re all in this muck together—every one of us took their money to be here. The Calis pay us to fix them, not to judge them. You swore an oath, same as me. So unless you’ve forgotten what ‘do no harm’ means, shut your mouth and get back to work.” Basil’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, picking up a photo of Mama with a young Jeremy and sliding it in front of her. “Jeremy,” she croaked again, staring through it. Alexandra sighed, rubbing his temples. The Calis were a curse and a paycheck rolled into one, and he wasn’t sure which weighed more anymore. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

I groaned in annoyance. "This is Cato and Justus," Basilea said while running her palm over their faces, her sensuous notion alone made me growl and tugged my wrists in disagreement. The little demon let the males strip her naked and she stepped out of her clothes and let the males admire her curves as she walked toward me.

Gavin glared at him, “You were talking to those women? You know they have everything to gain by turning you against me–” “Like what, Count Mirabelle?” “Basil!” Basil laughed, gleeful even as his eyes seemed hazy, yet Gavin knew he hadn’t been drinking. He was too coordinated and conscious. His stomach churned as Basil continued to laugh, the mocking derision turned to something manic as he crossed the room and threw himself onto a couch. “You know nothing, Basil. You are my grandson–” “I am your meal ticket,” Basil said wearily. “And that is all I have ever been to you… just as my mother was.”

Basil dropped his gaze, smiling to himself. The month passed by quickly and before he knew it Basil had three days left before returning home the following Monday. It was just after ten p.m. on Friday night. The boys were watching a movie in Jaxsen’s room while Nizhoni and Sebastian talked, the television flashing muted pictures before them. “So I’ve been noticing lately…well, since Basil has been here anyway…I think he might have a crush on Jaxsen.” Sebastian chuckled. “Yeah? What about Jaxsen?”

My breathing hitches as the words leave his lips. " That's not fair. I saw her first." Basil whines. " As if I care." He grumbles under his breath. " I am not giving her to you," Basil grumbles. " Basil." " No." " Basil." " No." " Bas-" " No." " Ba-" " No. No. No." Basil yells huffing loudly. " She's my mate." The room falls silent, Basil isn't whining anymore and Mr. Grey eyes isn't growling about anything.

He immediately pushed away the sexy woman, who was next to him, and rushed outside, following William. 'Did something happen to Chica?' Tristan felt an uneasiness in his heart when he saw William's expression change. With one hand on the ground, Crista held on to the concrete platform tightly. Her consciousness was fading away, and she could smell the blood that was dripping from her forehead.

"W‍ho asked you to drop it the​re?⁠" Rossi w​as⁠ trembling no‍w. He looke‍d at Lorenzo,​ then at the l⁠ed‍ger, t​hen at me. "It was... it w‍as the Basil‍e b​oy," Rossi wh‍ispered. "Marco Ba‌sile." Lorenzo‍ wen‍t​ st‌ill. "Basile," L‌orenzo r‌epeated.⁠ "My c​ousin's son."